Status: Work in progress.
Euphoria
Pure
Another day, another waste of breath.
'Why is it I cannot die?'
“You are special, you are different.”
They lie straight to my face.
“You just have problems.”
Problems I don't intend on fixing.
I stick needles in my arm,
to erase feelings,
to erase memories,
to erase reality.
It's pure euphoria.
And it's the only thing
I can control in my life.
And they can't take
that away from me.
'Why is it I cannot die?'
“You are special, you are different.”
They lie straight to my face.
“You just have problems.”
Problems I don't intend on fixing.
I stick needles in my arm,
to erase feelings,
to erase memories,
to erase reality.
It's pure euphoria.
And it's the only thing
I can control in my life.
And they can't take
that away from me.
♠ ♠ ♠
Writing in verses is new to me, so I'm experimenting. Hope you don't mind. :)